I Love You Baby lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : I Love You Baby
 
"I Love You Baby"
(feat. Black Rob)

(I'll always be there for you)
[Puff] 
Yeah
(I'll never betray you)
[Puff] 
Mmm, mmm, mmm
(I love you baby)
[Puff] 
I love you baby

[Verse One: Black Rob]

I met her Uptown on Dyckman, aight then
Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook
about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the
street
She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay
there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
This bit*h over them with them pointin the chief
out
They want beef out here, they gon' get it
in the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play
Roll the dice, f**kin with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the
motto
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
Crooked as* bit*h, today I get you back for this
(I'll get you back)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

I love you baby   
No you don't
You drive me crazy  
That's right
I'll never betray thee  
Uhh
I love you baby 
C'mon

[Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during
the chorus)]

Yo since the last altercation I been goin to
street
Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
I'ma rock that as* to sleep before I strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
How, one of them brothers was locked with
bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the
dac
babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see
Black
when you get home', we never had chance to get up
And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of
money
Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
Youse about to get, f**ked with no jail
I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
And plan your extermination, word

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Puff Daddy]

It took a while to peep your style, Miss
I-be-in-workin
Low profile single, house in Staten Island
and Manhattan while, them same cats
you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
f**kin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
He a bit*h too, they gon' bust his sh*t too
Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without some type of
injury
Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female Rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came
in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end, she had to be the Last Bit*h Standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it's over
Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
and admire how the chick went out

[Chorus: repeat to fade]